The “L” Word

Love. Now there’s a word you won’t hear me saying very often. It’s not that I don’t like the word or don’t love people, I’m just not a person who uses it very often. I tend to believe in the idea that a person is better off showing how they feel, and maybe this is because I want to make sure when I do say the “L” word, I mean it, and it’s still special. Or maybe I’m just full of crap, who knows. Either way, the “L” word was finally spoken out loud, the other night. Now, not that anyone actually reads this, but for those in the know, I’m sure you’re very very surprised by this statement of fact. It’s not that we don’t already KNOW that we love each other, or that either of us are unsure about wanting to spend the rest of our lives together. Quite the opposite, in fact, is true. We, weirdly enough, think so much alike that although we’ve never said it out loud, we know when the other person is just thinking the words “I Love You”, so there really hasn’t ever been a need to say it out loud. So why, then, you ask, did we say it now? To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. It just “felt” right, for reassurance purposes I suppose. People have questioned our “fit” for each other, and I guess saying it out loud was in a sense a way to confirm to each other, that we don’t care what anyone else thinks, we’re happy and we know we’re right for each other in every way. So to all you doubters out there, all I have to say is “PPPPFFFTTTT!” Does this mean we’re gonna be like other people and say I love you all the time now that we’ve said it the first time? Doubtful. That’s just not how we are. Either way, I spose it was a major milestone, and one I felt like sharing.